Feast

Feast

I drank at every vine

The last was like the first

I came upon no wine

So wonderful was thirst

I gnawed at every root

I ate at every plant

I came upon no fruit

So wonderful was want

Feed the grape and bean

To the vintner and monger

I will lie down and lean

With my thirst and hunger

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)